3 Thro' heav'n he did display
His num'rous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,
The moon and stars by night.
For God, &c.

4 He does the food supply
On which all creatures live:
To God who reigns on high
Eternal praises give.
For God, &c.

5 To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit ever blest,
Eternal three in one,

1

All worship be addrest;
As heretofore

It was, is now,

And shall be so,

For evermore.

WITH my

PSALM 138.

7ITH my whole heart, my God and King, Thy praise I will proclaim;

Before the gods with joy I'll sing,

And bless thy holy name.

2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat;
And, with thy love inspir'd,
The praises of thy truth repeat,
O'er all thy works admir'd.

3 We all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,
With cheerful songs shall bless;

PSALM CXXXVIII. O. V. CXXXIX.

And all thy glorious acts record,
Thy awful pow'r confess.

4 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,
Shall fix my happy state;
And, mindful of his favours past,
Shall his own work complete.

PSALM 138. OLD VERSION.

1 THEE will I praise with my whole heart, My Lord my God, always;

E'en in the presence of the gods
I will advance thy praise.

2 Towards thy holy temple I
Will look and worship thee;
And praised in my thankful mouth
Thy holy Name shall be ;

3 E'en for thy loving-kindness' sake,
And for thy truth withal:

For thou thy Name hast by thy word
Advanced over all.

4 When I did call, thou heardest me,
And thou hast made also
The power of increased strength
Within my soul to
soul to grow.

PSALM 139.

1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd words' intent.

3 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand,
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
O skill, for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
4 O could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee,
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?

5 Thou living God in Persons three,
Thy name be praised in unity;
In all our need so us defend,
That we may praise thee without end.

PART 2.

10 Could I so perfidious be,

To think of once deserting thee, Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? Or whither from thy presence run?

2 If up to heav'n I take my flight, "Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell's infernal plains, "Tis there almighty vengeance reigns.

3 If I the morning's wings could gain And fly beyond the western main,

Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

4 Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the sable wings of night;
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.

5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way,
As in the blazing noon of day.

PART 3.

1 I'LL praise thee, from whose hands I came, A work of such a curious frame;

The wonders thou in me hast shown,
My soul with grateful joy must own.
2 Let me acknowledge too, O God,
That since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.
3 Far sooner could I reckon oe'r
The sands upon the ocean's shore ;
Each morn, revising what I've done,
I find the account but new begun.

4 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part;

Correct me where I go astray,

And guide me in thy perfect way.

PSALM 141.

1 TO thee, O Lord, my cries ascend,

1 O haste to my relief;

And with accustom'd pity hear
The accents of my grief.

2 Instead of off'rings, let my pray'r
Like morning incense rise;

My lifted hands supply the place
Of ev'ning sacrifice.

3 From hasty language curb my tongue,
And let a constant guard
Still keep the portal of my lips,
With wary silence barr'd.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy-Ghost,
All glory be therefore;
As in beginning was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

PSALM 143.

1 LORD, hear my pray'r, and to my cry, Thy wonted audience lend;

In thy accustom'd faith and truth
A gracious answer send.

2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
Thy servant to be try'd ;

For in thy sight no living man
Can e'er be justify'd.

3 To thee my hands in humble pray'r
I fervently stretch out;